CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

"You can’t do that to me, Sophia. I couldn’t call or text you, you weren’t at your place. Do you have any idea what time it is?"

I gape up at him, at a loss for words.

"It’s almost six, Sophia. I was worried." His voice is filled with anguish and it tears at my heart knowing I caused him to worry. As quickly as I can, I go to him, cup his cheeks in my hands and gaze up

into the wide pools of emotion that are his eyes. My breath catches, seeing concern and possibly love in his eyes.

"I’m sorry I worried you. Why were you so worried, though? It’s not like we’ve been seeing each other for a long time." That last part just slips out. Crap.

His eyes harden at my last statement and abruptly he pulls away from me.

"I’ve been having one of my security guards detail Bryce Williams and he was seen in the Downtown South End. I thought, Christ, Sophia. I was afraid he got to you!"

Bryce? Security detail? Oh, God. It feels like the bottom of my world drops away in those long seconds when I hear his